“Do you know for what, Chick?” Patsy asked eagerly.
“Not yet. He took a long look at this house and then went down and sized up that building with a lime sign on it.”
“Gee! we must be in right. Where is he, now?”
“In a barroom around the corner. What did you learn in that house? You seem to have something on your mind.”
Patsy hurriedly told his story, and Chick’s countenance took on a more serious expression.
“By Jove, it may be that Nick was in that house,” said he. “He may have got wise to something that sent him there.”
“That’s just what I think,” Patsy declared. “I can see no other way of looking at it.”
“There is only one course for us to shape, I reckon,” said Chick, after a moment’s thought.
“What’s that?”
“We’ll begin with arresting Slugger Sloan. He may throw up a squeal that will clinch our suspicions.”